The war chariot was filled with an ancient aura, as if it had traversed the long river of time, resembling a Great Emperor inspecting the four directions, crushing the heavenly dome. The rumbling sound spread like a thunderstorm across heaven and earth.
A towering figure atop the chariot was enveloped by countless anomalies, possessing an invincible power. As his eyes opened and closed, they emitted piercingly sharp, substantial rays, landing on Xiao Ye and making him tremble with fear, his body feeling cold, as if a longsword was hanging over his head, ready to strike at any moment.
At this moment, the entire Sky Sword City plunged into a deathly silence. The martial artists from Wuji Sect trembled in fear, panic spreading through their bodies, unable to maintain composure.
Nangong Xingyu and Prince Donghuang wore expressions of utter despair.
